Always here, sort of

I agree with Pitts that this represents a loss, of something. Something slippery, vaguely valuable and woefully difficult to define, that hovers just out of memory’s reach. I think, however, that he is showing up to the reality party a little late. We have been monitored for quite some time… it’s not news, exactly. We have, perhaps, reached some kind of a tipping point, at least in civilized company, where we are tracked, or at least trackable… I’d buy that. I assume that I am always being filmed anymore, the ubiquitous judging bauble of the lens is virtually everywhere. Part of the scenery.
Pitts continues: “The world is so much with us now, an intrusive presence anonymity cannot abide. Our predilections are catalogued, our travel monitored, our faces watched, our purchases logged. In exchange for convenience, we lose the ability to simply pull the plug and be.”
All the more reason for wilderness. Wilder-ness. The way it used to be, still.